Daegal

The Old Town In Winter, Sights And Thoughts Thereupon After Receiving Wonderful News - Poem by Daegal

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Dead. The Winter silence amplified byMuted objections from the misty ghostsWhich prowled the murky streets like a cheerlessAriel. Stark murmurs of a twistingBreeze whistled tunelessly throughout. The coldStalked the soggy avenues like Death turnedFrigid, and even the habitu’llyGlowing flares which smothered the walkways withTheir tiny tongues seemed to shine more pallidIn this filthy quarter of the Old Town.The moon and ev’ry star were openlyVeiled behind a thick vein of dusty cloud, And save for the clock tower tolling two-Fold, the presence of time was neither aThing apparent, nor considered. I satAlone beside my window, peering outShamelessly, across the gulf patternedLights which paraded an image of aStranded Heaven.

Perhaps God has let HisFaithful Fravaši show themselves while theirSouls are deep in slumber.

The dose of shadeDid not quell my humour, and as IRested upon the sill of my chamber, My mind let me once more relish contractsWhich confirmed that I was to be the mostGreat and famous of all romantics. A kingOf notorious tragedy and sweetMisfortune. Romeo. I could not helpBut fashion a smile in the darkness, thoughMy mind was tired, my heart still beat ardent.

I must meet with Nicholas the morrow, Faith, grant me the consoling embrace ofSleep, and in the morning will I transformSo magic’lly that Ovid will feel muchDepleted. Goodnight, by the Grace of God.